How it Feels to be a Woman

On foot down a avenue lined in palm bushes, crimson clouds in opposition to a horizon muddled up with homes, vehicles creeping alongside subsequent to the sidewalk within the heavy summer season air—it takes me lower back.

Heels thud on the sidewalk, with a positive firmness; not that pretty clackety-clack of a much less dense ground. Like a chameleon camouflaging into another history, slipping on shoes has the energy to adjust. One does now not experience numb toes whilst the whole body takes on a rhythm. The legs and hips recognise their role; legs, hips, and shoes all work together to sway down that sidewalk. She was in a brand new role, a position as female. She didn’t look so exceptional from heaps of others—a woman’s form—but she felt specific, and maybe she became.

Ah to be a new girl, to be looking for the innate strength of it all. we all like a little electricity—only a harmless taste of it. simply absorbing the capacity to prevent a conversation really by means of taking walks beyond. Head held excessive, the sway of those shoes, the wind through her hair, her heady scent thrown via the wind, skinny arms resting softly at her sides. The grace of all of it.

electric lighting are intoxicants. A moth to a flame. there was the metropolis noise and busy hobby of lots of people after nightfall, like a siren call. young people want that nourishment. An unexplored lifestyles desires the lights to both study itself, or to observe biology’s instincts. discover a mate. unfold the seeds.

there has been a lingering smell. a person scent, nonetheless clinging to her. an awesome odor. She desired to carry it around and bask in it, taking in all of the newness of it. Flashbacks of things put to reminiscence followed it - humorous little matters approximately the opposite intercourse that she took in. the sort of evaluation changed into the big hands and hard knuckles as they shifted gears. The stubble of facial hair abrasive to her lips and cheeks. The balance of character among his clearly competitive actions and her non-confrontational qualities. A hormone cocktail, stirred up well, simply as it need to be.

She become a former existence. I appreciated her, but she become undeveloped. She’s more now. i love to think again on her now after which, while the gradual shifting traffic sits next to me. younger ladies can be giggling from within a convertible, radio blasting, dusk and all her possibilities at the horizon. the electrical lighting fixtures start to turn on—the call to collect. I’m now not carrying the shoes, however I sense it still—the hips, the legs, the wind in my hair. The sway and its strength.

It’s nonetheless plenty of fun to be a female.